"Would a night spent out with you end with the two of us in a jail cell?" she asks dryly, because there's no way that seeing the sights with him wouldn't end with them in a great deal of trouble over something Yngvi said or did.

She wonders if Yngvi could be considered attractive to anyone. Maybe the blind. And deaf. Though Yngvi would probably find some way to piss those people off too. Look, Christine may have banged Asher, but at least he'd bathed before she'd touch him. And he'd liked her bossing him around. Yngvi is like a miniature, dirtier Asher that Christine has no desire to know what he's like in bed.

"Then the fresh air will do us both some good," she replies, leading him towards the main doors of the tower that lead outside. She's just going to ignore the dowager comment, because that's a terrible mental image.